Titans Collide, part 2

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"Don't worry my dear Sowjetische Superfrau, it will all be over soon. You will not be alone however. Fret not, for as soon as I send you to blissful oblivion, I will be paying a surprise visit to your red-haired amazon friend as well."

Olga heard a loud ringing in her ears and the pain in her sides was sheer agony. The monstrous woman continued to constrict her ribcage with her massive fingers, hoping to punch the broken shards of her ribs through her heart and lungs and crush her body into pulp. Her uniform was dirty and shredded already from the ferocity of this brief combat with her old foe. She pulled at the big woman's wrists with her hands and struggled to break free of her death-grip. A white hot fury raced through her. Ilsa had killed Claire, shot her in the back like a coward. Now she threatened to harm the only other real lover and friend Olga had ever known. Looking into her eyes put her face to face with the greatest evil she had ever known and possibly would ever know...and she was smiling. It had to end now, once and for all, there was no holding back this time...

With a primal snarl, Soviet Superwoman swung her upper body back slightly and then forward at an incredible speed. She felt another of her ribs snap under a giant thumb as she thrust forward, slamming her forehead directly into the German woman's face. The resounding crack was like a thunderbolt and Ilsa dropped her prey back to the earth, staggering backward as blood erupted from her shattered nose. Olga however never touched the ground, instead hovering as Genocide's grip was released and then rocketing forward to her dazed opponent. Her first punch connected with the side of Ilsa's head, spinning her hard around in a half-circle. Her second blow caught the giantess square in the back, throwing her off balance. With a sickening thud, the Nazi slammed hard into the ground.

She shook her head both in pain and amazement and turned around as she lifted herself back up, her face contorted into pure rage and fury. Olga lashed outwards with her right foot, hoping to land her boot directly in that. Instead, Ilsa caught it with her hand, twisting her ankle hard until Olga cried out. Twin red lasers flared out and burned into Genocide's wrist. Shrieking, she let go of Olga to clutch her injured wrist only to have the Russian woman's other booted foot come up and slam home under her chin. Teeth and blood flew upwards as Ilsa's head snapped backwards, throwing her back down onto the ground. Her breathing was heavy as she rolled to her side to pull her massive bulk up again.

Soviet Superwoman was relentless. She rushed forward, grabbing Genocide by her leather straps and pulled her up to meet her face to face again. Her black gloved knuckles smashed Ilsa in the face once, then twice, then a third time, each punch harder than the next. She pulled back for another blow and stopped herself, her whole body shaking, lip quivering. Ilsa was letting out a low gurgling laugh from her bloodied slash of a mouth. Her nose was broken in several places and her face was a bruised and bloodied mess. Her cold, blue eyes were still locked hard on Olga's, boring into her with an icy chill.

"Do it, you piece of Russian filth...finish me off....Juden liebendes Weibchen"

Olga bit her lip hard and narrowed her eyes. Her fist was still raised and trembling badly as she struggled with her emotions. She should do it. Ilsa Hauppman had no redeeming qualities to allow her to keep breathing. She had helped massacre millions, willingly sided with the most evil nation the world had ever known, was responsible for sadistic torture and heinous acts all in the name of "science"...and she had taken away from her one of the most precious friends and lovers she had ever known forever. Now she threatened another. Olga reared back to deliver a final blow, to shatter her monstrous skull and spill her twisted brains on the ground. She would not trouble this world as she had theirs. Olga had been through so much these last few weeks. She had attacked her own people, a people who possibly reviled her now. She had attacked and hurt Maia out of her own pride and ego and almost stood by and watched her murdered by a woman who had taken advantage of her emotional state for her own sexual appetites. After all that to come face to face with Ilsa Hauppman again. So many mistakes. It was not who she was and it was not who she aspired to be. She was Olga Yezhov, the Soviet Superwoman and champion to the people of the world. She would not sink to this Nazi butcher's level, regardless of what she had done.
She closed her eyes and looked skyward for a moment before lowering her fist. Ilsa still held that smug look through her rapidly healing face.

"I knew you wouldn't do it Olga. You are a weak member of a weak race. I suppose now you will turn me over to the Angel Falls authorities then." She smiled wider at that prospect.

Olga snorted and shook her head. "No Ilsa. I am going to take you to Israel. The Israeli army and Mossad will take custody of you and you can stand trial for your crimes there. I am certain that although you did not commit your monstrous crimes here, it will make little difference to them. After a very public trial, you, like Eichmann, will be hanged and your ashes dumped in the ocean. Forgotten."

With a feral, animalistic snarl Genocide redoubled her strength, ripping free from the straps that Soviet Superwoman held in her hand. Lunging upwards she reached out with both hands to grab her hated enemy around the throat and crush her windpipe. Olga has anticipated her response and came around with her most powerful right hook. The punch caught her in the temple and threw her several feet through the air before she landed on her face in the dirt. Soviet Superwoman dashed over and jumped on the her enormous back, grabbing a handful of her dirty, matted blond hair to pull her face up. There was no response. Ilsa Hauppman, Genocide, was unconscious. She had won. Olga dropped her head back down and stood up, sucking in large breaths. She began to laugh at her joy and tears filled her eyes. Claire had been avenged after all those years and she had beaten the woman who had haunted her sleep for so long. The soldiers were approaching cautiously, most of them watching this unusual reaction from the half-naked Russian. Tears openly streamed down her face as she said a quiet prayer in Russian. She had only wished Maia had been here to see it. One day she would tell her all about Claire.

The soldiers took possession of the unconscious Hauppman, who was already reverting to her normal mass and size. Olga would go and talk to Mindy...she would know who to talk to to get the ball rolling on this, perhaps even had friends in the state department. With Tartarus prison still being rebuilt they would have to hold her here at the military base until they could arrange to transport her to Israel. After regaining her composure, she warned the commander that Ilsa was the most brilliant and evil woman she had ever known and to keep her restrained and under constant armed guard at all times. Looking around he had no reason to disagree

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